Franziska's eyebrows furrow, as if she's truly looking at Gumshoe for the first time. "Of course I mean it," she affirms. "I rarely, if ever, say anything I do not mean. Yet you sound surprised. Why?"

It takes her a moment to come up with a possible hypothesis. Does he truly think so poorly of her that he cannot imagine her appreciating his happiness?

She hopes that their coffees come soon.